2 weeks, 13 cities, and 3000km later, my lifelong dream of traveling Cuba is complete. With a backpack in hand, 2 compañeros by my side (Elaina Nakhleh and Sebastian Blati), and our starry-eyed longing for adventure, we set off on our journey. Navigating our rental car with only a paper map, and no pre-booked accommodation, our faith in the country allowed us to meet the most interesting of characters and enter the humblest of homes.

All photos taken on my Sony A7R, with a 24-70mm F2.8 lens. Click on the images to enlarge them.

HAVANA:

And after the retreat amongs the valleys and hills, we arrived at our last destination: the ever-anticipated Havana. It is here we spent the most time, rightly so, as the city had plenty to offer, especially Havana Vieja. It was akin to stepping into a time capsule.

Young Sabine was walking with her mother before she smiled my way, which I luckily managed to snap.

The Alicia Alonso ballet theatre below is named after one of Cuba's most famed ballerinas, who is also partially blind.

Museu de la Revolucion standing in all its grandeur, formerly Batista's presidential palace. The irony.

The very aptly named Karl Marx theatre.

We visited the Palestinian embassy in Miramar - a diplomatic district in Havana.

A weary bus driver takes a quick nap.

My favourite person to photograph in Cuba so far. Vicente was a street vendor selling mangoes. He wouldn't let me walk past him until I bought one of his mangoes. It was only when I approached him closer that I noticed his striking turquoise eyes. I walked away with a great portrait and a juicy mango.

On the left: Alexis Sanchez, Luis Suarez, Neymar and Cristiano Ronaldo, or so they claimed.

Exhausted after our two week journey, with Che Guevara's The Motorcycle Diaries in hand.